Taming a Tiger into a Dog? Basic Stuff

"Yes..."

Dai Mubai got up and helped the fat man to his feet. Oscar carried the drooling Tang San on his back as they headed upstairs.

Zhao Wuji glanced at Lin Xiao without saying anything.

Sigh... Flender had been right. These two little groups simply couldn't stand each other.

But Flender had his own plans, so Zhao Wuji would leave it alone for now.

He walked over to Ye Zhiqiu and cracked his neck.

"Come on. I'll play with you, you water turtle."

"Buzz—"

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

Seven Spirit Rings emerged.

A Soul Sage!

Ye Zhiqiu's pupils trembled.

He immediately followed the principle that the fortunate should yield.

He clasped his fists respectfully and said,

"Esteemed Soul Sage, your students provoked us first. I merely retaliated normally.

Since both sides are even now, we'll take our leave."

With that, he did not dare linger for even another second. He quickly signaled the students behind him to retreat.

The bruised and battered Canghui Academy students felt as though they had been pardoned. They helped one another to their feet.

Keeping their heads lowered, they followed closely behind Ye Zhiqiu without daring to look back, scurrying out of the inn.

The noisy hall instantly fell silent, leaving behind only a mess of tables and chairs.

"You two should hurry and rest as well. We're entering the forest first thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Teacher Zhao."

Zhao Wuji nodded and went upstairs.

Once they returned to their room,

Ning Rongrong was standing to one side brushing her teeth, her cheeks puffed out.

Xiao Wu sat miserably beside the table, gently rubbing her reddened, bitten ear with her little hand, her face full of resentment.

She looked up at Lin Xiao and asked quietly,

"Boss, what happened downstairs? Why did that